**11:30 pm**
It’s Saturday night and I get back to the hotel room at around 11:30. The room has been prepared for the evening. The pillows are arranged beautifully on the bed, the sheets are pulled back. There is water on the end table, slippers and a cushioned mat placed on the floor beside the bed. The lights are turned down, the window covers are lowered, and the curtains are drawn. It is an invitation to sleep.
I go through my nightly routine to prepare for bed. The final step is to remove the last pieces of my clothing and slide into bed completely nude. I glide into the smooth, soft sheets feeling like I’m sliding into a warm cocoon for a long rest. I arrange the pillows, two under my head, one over my head, and one between my legs. I reach over and turn out the lights. I take a deep breath and hope to find sleep quickly after a long day. But it doesn’t come.
The transatlantic travel still has my body feeling like it is 6pm instead of midnight. I try to lay motionless with my eyes closed hoping to trick my body into sleep, but it isn’t working. After about an hour of doing this, I think about getting up, turning the lights back on, grabbing my iPad or phone, doing some reading. I’m just about ready to move when I hear some muffled noise in the hallway and the sound of a door opening and then closing. I hear muffled voices through the wall behind me. There is giggling, laughter and I can figure out that it is a couple staying in the room behind me.
I haven’t heard anything from that room before this moment. I imagine they have been out for a fun night around town. Probably had some good food and drinks. They probably stopped by a club or bar on the way home for another drink or to dance a little. The noises fade, if I listen carefully, I can hear a few sounds of movement, closet or bathroom doors opening and closing, maybe a suitcase being unzipped. After about 20 minutes the noises subside, and I imagine the couple has made their way to bed.
**1:30AM**
I look at the clock and see that it is now almost 1:30am. I start the routine of again trying to settle my mind and body and invite sleep. This is when the sounds from the room next door start to return. I hear a conversation. I can’t make out the words, but they are more pronounced than previously. I imagine they are in bed now and it seems their bed is aligned along the same position on the adjoining wall that mine is. A few giggles, what sounds like a slap, and then a slight high-pitched screech, followed by more laughter.
I start to imagine what this couple must look like and what they might be doing. From the other couples I’ve seen around the hotel I imagine they are in their 30’s, good looking, put together with a certain level of taste and sophistication. This isn’t a young couple on their honeymoon. They’ve been together, they have money to spend. They are probably eastern European.
She has long dark hair, probably pulled back into a ponytail for bed. She’s tall, with long legs and ample breasts but nothing oversized for her frame. She has pouty lips, probably enhanced with some injections, but not overly noticeably. She is tone and I imagine she has a round ass that would draw the attention of most men, and women in the room when she wears something to accentuate it. I settle on image of someone like Alexandra Daddario.
He’s tall, dark, wavy hair with a the right amount of facial hair that seems to add depth to his jaw line. He’s fit, but not overly muscular. I’m sure he looks just as appealing in a small swimsuit as he does with a cotton shirt with a few buttons undone underneath a classy blazer. He uses cologne and makes sure he always smells appealing. He keeps his entire body groomed to make sure what is underneath looks just as good when the cloths come off. I settle on image of someone like Zac Efron.
I can continue to hear the playful voices through the wall. While I can’t make out any words, they seem to be in a very cheerful and playful mood. She probably has on some nice lingerie that she has been modeling for him as he lay on the bed in his silk boxers. He had grabbed her, pulled her onto the bed and smacked her firm, round and exposed ass as he pulled her onto the bed. They seemed to now be talking, maybe reminiscing about the day, maybe beginning to share with one another how they want to spend the rest of their evening together.
The voices fade and for a few minutes I don’t hear anything. I begin to think that maybe they had just cuddled up together and had now drifted off to sleep in one another’s arms. It was almost 2am. For about 10 minutes I don’t hear anything. Then I start to hear the softest of moans coming through the wall. It is coming from her. It’s more like heavy breathing and sighing repeatedly, but it is loud enough for me to hear. At this point I realize they haven’t gone to sleep but have decided to enjoy some physical pleasure with one another before bed. The breathing and sighing continue with an occasion moan. She speaks something every so often, but I hear nothing from him.
I imagine that during the ten minutes of silence I experienced they had begun to kiss and embrace each other. A few light kisses on her forehead and cheeks while his hands move slowly down her arms and legs. She reached up and let her hands move down his back. She pulls him into her, and they kiss. Lips connect, mouths open, tongues intertwine. The kissing gets more intense, and their hands start to explore more of one another’s bodies.
He leans up and reaches down to untie the straps of her lacy lingerie. It opens to reveal her full round breasts with slightly aroused nipples. He is now lying on top of her as their mouths reconnect in a passionate kiss with their bare chests pressed against one another. He moves down and takes a moment to fondle, caress and nibble at her tits and now fully aroused nipples. Her hands are on the back of his head guiding him to spend equal time between both of her offerings. She then slightly gives his head a gentle push down away from her breasts and toward her abdomen.
He takes the hint and lets his tongue trail down her stomach as he reaches down and grabs the tiny strings of her panties and pulls them down as she raises her hips toward the ceiling. She still has on a garter belt and matching stockings from her lingerie set, but every other part of her is now exposed. He begins to kiss his way down her legs and quickly makes his way to her exposed pussy and begins to feast on her delights.
As I lay in my bed, I try to listen more intently to pick up any other clues to give confirmation to what my imagination has conjured up in my mind. But all I hear is her repeated gasps of pleasure. Her voice speaks occasionally. I assume she is either affirming his tactics or giving him some specific direction on how she likes this form of pleasure. My mind is racing with images, scenes that are playing out in the room next door. My own sexual energy is growing, and my cock is hardening knowing that just a meter or so behind me such intimate acts are taking place.
His head is between her legs. His lips tracing the lips of her moist pussy. His thumb slowly moving up and down her clit. She gives him brief affirmations, “that feels so good, you’re going to make me cum.” Her gasps continue as his tongue continues to lavish affections on her pussy. She reaches down and spreads her lips wide and invites him to feast on her clit. He obliges and within moments her gasps for air signify she is reaching climax for the first time.
I hear her orgasm. I’ve pulled the sheets off my body and my hand is slowly kneading my cock as I listen. There is silence for a moment and then I hear them both making rhythmic grunting noises. I imagine he has slid up between her legs and has replace his mouth with his cock in between her legs. Her moans are steady and regular, “Oh, oh, oh, oh.” His come less frequent but with more force “Umm, umm, umm.”
Her legs opened wide for him as he placed his cock at her entrance. It slid in without resistance. The two immediately picked up a familiar rhythm as seasoned lovers do. Slow and steady, deep strokes that have them both enraptured with pleasure. One of his hands caresses her breasts while the other holds her two hands clasped together above her head. His pelvis rocks with just the right angle to stimulate her clit and allow her to feel the full length of every stroke. His ass flexes at the end of each thrust as she elevates her pelvis just enough to take every centimeter of him in. This beat goes on until the need for release approaches.
I can hear the sexual tensions growing in their moans. My hand is know wrapped around my cock sliding up and down trying to mimic the rhythm I hear coming from the room behind me. She orgasms first. There is no doubt about it. The moans turn to squeals and words I can’t understand come flowing out of her mouth. She isn’t screaming, but her short bursts of audible pleasure have now turned to long squeals of delight. He isn’t far behind, and I hear a long guttural groan join in the chorus of sounds coming through the wall. He groans 4 or 5 times and then the sounds subside. I can hear slight voices now through the wall if I really listen. I imagine their post coital bliss as they lie there with their arms and legs still intertwined with one another. My hand slows on my cock, I stop the pleasure without release and start to take some deep breaths. I look over at the clock it’s almost 2:30 in the morning and I still haven’t gotten any sleep. Maybe I can allow these thoughts to bring me a sexual dream tonight. I try to rest.
**4:15am**
For the last hour or so I’ve been drifting in and out of sleep, never really getting into a deep state. Tossing and turning with my thoughts going between what I had just heard, my plans for the day ahead, emails and calls that needed to be made. I guessed that the couple was fast asleep in the room behind me. However, I was wrong to assume that this couple was done with their amorous adventures for the night.
I didn’t hear any talking this time, just some very quiet moans to start with. They were so quiet and subtle that I had to stop breathing for a moment to make sure I wasn’t just hearing my own exhales. Sure enough, something else was happening in the room behind me. I lie very quietly for a moment and listened intently. The deep groans grew a bit louder, and I sensed that this time they were from him and not her. I didn’t hear anything from her. I let my imagination open again and from what I was hearing I assumed she was in the midst of returning the oral pleasures he had given her earlier.
Their post sex cuddling had arranged them with her draped across his chest, her head on his shoulder as a pillow and her arm wrapped around his torso. She never really went to sleep as there was an aching desire that had not yet been fully satisfied. After lying there quietly and motionless for over an hour listening to his breathing and feeling his chest rise and fall underneath her, the longing for more pleasure overtook her need for rest. She let her hand slowly slide down his side. It came down along his thigh and then made its way up to cup his balls and cock. He wasn’t hard, but it was still plump from the sexual encounter early that night.
She let her hand just grasp him, slowly tightening and releasing her grip. He didn’t stir, but his cock began to respond to her touch. The fire in her loins was now ablaze and she knew she needed more of him. She released his cock, used her hand to pull back the covers and positioned herself between his legs. She placed both hands on his thighs and pushed them apart as she lowered herself to suck his semi-hard cock into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock, and it didn’t take long for him to become both fully awake and fully aroused. This is when the quiet groans started.
I’m back in my bed, covered removed again lying spread eagle on the bed. I can feel my cock growing as I’m imagining her taking his now fully erect cock in and out of her mouth. The groans are growing louder, and I imagine in the walls of their room you can hear the slurping sounds of her mouth working the fullness of his cock. With ever “ummm or ohhhh” that I hear I thrust my hips into the air as if sliding my cock into an invisible mouth hovering over my cock. The groans fade, and it seems the oral pleasure has come to an end. And in the quietness of its ending, I wonder what is coming next.
The silence is broken rather quickly with the loudest moan I’ve heard so far. Compared to before it sounds like her voice is coming straight through my wall and into my room. I stop to imagine what has changed when I realize she has most likely turned to face the headboard and her mouth and moans are directed straight at the wall between us.
Her mouth had brought him to full arousal. Her lips were tight around his cock as it slid fully in and out of her mouth. After a few minutes they both needed more. He reaches down lifts her head of his cock and pulls her up toward him. They exchange a long passionate kiss. Overcome with desire and lust he pulls her up onto all fours and positions himself behind her. She reaches up, places her hands on the headboard cushion attached to the wall and arches her back to present herself to him. He doesn’t hesitate, places his cock at the entrance to her pussy and thrusts as deep as he can in one smooth stroke.
The one loud moan now turns back to the rhythmic grunting that I’d become familiar with just hours before. My cock is fully hard, and I want to reach down and stroke it but I have a different idea come to my mind. I pile my pillows up by the headboard and position myself up against them. I place my hands on the cushioned headboard on my side and I start thrusting into them. I’m matching my pace with the sounds I hear coming through the wall.
After his first thrust he begins a steady assault on her pussy. He grabs her hips and slaps his pelvis against her ample ass. He slowly withdraws and then repeats the process. Over and over his cock deeply penetrates her and then makes a slow exodus from her wet and warm pussy. With ever thrust her moans of pleasure escape her mouth and make their way through the wall into my ears.
I’m fucking up against my pillow with the same force that he is thrusting into her from behind. I’m overcome with the idea that these two acts of passion are only separated by a thin wall that obviously could have used a bit more insulation. I hear her moans growing more intense. He seems to have picked up the pace, so I do as well.
He stops holding back and drives in and out of her as fast as he can. He needs to cum, she needs to cum. Here ample breasts are swaying back and forth with each stroke. Her ass checks, now glistening with sweat, ripple beneath his relentless pounding. She can feel her orgasm approaching and she doesn’t hold back. Cries of ecstasy and pleasure some screaming from her mouth.
In my mind I can hear the slapping of their flesh together and imagine the smell of sex permeating their room. I thrust hard and deep into my pillow pile knowing that her mouth that is making all these noises is less that a meter away from my cock. I start to imagine what it would be like to have my cock thrusting into her mouth while she is getting fucked from behind. And then I hear her cum. There is no doubt what is happening and there seems to be no shame or reluctance in her moans of pleasure. This put me at the point of no return, and I bury my cock deep into one of the soft pillows and allow my own orgasm to overtake me. My cock twitches repeatedly releasing my orgasm as I imagine it buried fully into a pussy or mouth.
While I’ve spent my load, they aren’t done. As I’m leaning up against the wall with my cock still buried in the pillows I hear her climax again. I never heard a sound from him this time, but I imagine it didn’t take long after her second orgasm for him to empty himself inside of her with deep satisfaction. I collapse on the bed, toss the used pillow aside, and drift off to a deep sleep.
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